No thanks.

Your pierced clit is demanding attention, partly thanks to Erica swinging her big knockers around and dangling them in front of your face. You need to go home and take care of the burning desire between your thighs, otherwise the commanding voice in your head will get you in trouble. You just need to come up with an excuse Erica will accept.

You are no master of deception, so you tell the chubby redhead the only excuse you can come up with; “Erica… I’m sorry, but I don’t feel well.” You make no jokes or insults this time, as you want your ginger friend to believe you.

Erica takes two steps towards you, and she is now standing right in front of you. “You have been oddly distant tonight… What’s up with you?” You move a little uneasy, you hate lying to your friend, but you really need to get home and take care of the purring kitty under your skirt. “Apparently the **** doesn’t agree with my stomach tonight… I will probably need to spend a lot of time on the porcelain throne.”

The chubby redhead looks very suspicious for a moment, then she breaks out in laughter. “Your fucking light weight,” she laughs and smacks you between the shoulder blades with the palm of her hand. “Too bad for you. I have invited the two suckers from the video; I think we can get them to pay for all our drinks tonight,” Erica teases you. You would probably hate to see Erica **** her two simps even more, but you pretend to be disappointed; “that sounds like a lot of fun… I would love to see you be an entitled cunt for a few hours.”

You walk with Erica to her door, and walk down the stairs, while you continue the conversation. “It’s a real shame. I would have loved to show off my feminine power with you there,” the big redhead tells you. “I really have these men by the balls.” Both figuratively and literally, you thought to yourself. “Regardless it might ruin the whole thing, if I have to hold your hair the whole night,” The big breasted redhead speculates.

Outside Erica’s apartment, you hug her goodnight, before you both leave in opposite directions. You keep looking over your shoulder; checking when Erica’s chubby silhouette vanishes.

As soon as she turns around a corner, you reach underneath your skirt and pull down your G-string panties. You lift up one leg at the time, freeing them from your underwear. As you stuff them into your purse, you are hoping your pierced clit will be less stimulated, now it gets to hang freely.

You continue walking, and the cool air at least makes your sex feel less hot and the lust a bit more tolerable. On the other hand, this gives your piercing more room to swing around and pull on your pleasure bottom. Ultimately the freeing of your clit is a tradeoff; you get a temporary cooldown, but the added liberty between your legs will eventually make you even more horny.

As you walk a few blocks, the lust in your feminine pride gets more and more commanding, and the naughty feeling of having your pussy naked in public, covered only by a short skirt, adds a lot of fuel to the fire. The overpowering feeling between your thighs cannot be suppressed long enough for you to get home, and take care of business.